Month: April 2016

“There have been times when only a hair’s-breadth has intervened betwixt myself and the seething devil-ridden world of madness; for the hideous knowledge, the horror- blackened memories which I have carried so long, were never meant to be borne by the human intellect. ” ― Clark Ashton Smith Clark Ashton Smith. Nero and Other Poems….

“Oh-h-h…my love…my love!” She entwined her arms about Burton’s neck and pulled him close; parted her lips over his mouth. Sultry, scalding sensations ripped through him. His embrace crushed her, so that her swollen white breasts were squeezed into flat cushions upon his chest. His palms traversed the planes of her back; and his fingers…

Part of the incredibly notorious Wu Fang series.. with stories by Donald E. Keyhoe; Frank Gruber; Archie Oboler; Arden X. Pangborn Yen Sin was a short-lived pulp science fiction magazine published during 1936. It superseded a similar magazine-The Mysterious Wu Fang, which ended in February 1936. The title characters of both magazines, Wu Fang and…

“Like the sundial, my paint box counts no hours but sunny ones.” – Arthur Rackham By the turn of the century Rackham was regularly contributing illustrations to children’s periodicals such as Little Folks and Cassell’s Magazine. Yet, it was the publication of Washington Irving’s Rip Van Winkle by Heinemann in 1905 that particularly brought him…

Eerie Stories August 1937 with Exceptional and sexy – Norman Saunders Good Girl. Ghost Stories, Eerie Stories and the like thrilled with stories of monsters, gnomes and ultimate evil haunting the living and the innocent. A subgenre of horror fiction that was popular in the pulp magazines of the 1930s and early 1940s, weird menace…

“I am interested in being alive. Seriously, staying alive for an artist means to always be in an unknown part of himself. To be out of himself.” – Moebius Girard, Jean (Moebius). The Art of Moebius. Editor Byron Preiss. New York: Epic Comics, 1989. Limited Edition #89 of 100, in pen to original tipped in…

“Not as the plants and flowers of Earth, growing peacefully beneath a simple sun, were the blossoms of the planet Lophai. Coiling and uncoiling in double dawns; tossing tumultuously under vast suns of jade green and balas-ruby orange; swaying and weltering in rich twilights, in aurora-curtained nights, they resembled fields of rooted serpents that dance…

“These people who expect to be saints in heaven, though they were not on Earth, have ignored the wisdom of the founders of the great religions. This wisdom is that the kingdom of heaven is within you and that you do not go to heaven unless you are already in it. The magic must be…